My Mother

sometimes i scribble a drawing

Feather on her cap

As her feet taps

she dances to the rhythm of life

With her eyes she smile

And lips curl into a seen all twist

Life’s every curve she takes with a gist

I wonder if you also see god like I do in her

My mother.

There is no one like you Mumma. nobody ever will be.

(you see Krishna everywhere mumma, i see in you)